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Touch My Soul: The Finest of Black Music 2/2001
Disc 1
01. Let’s Get Back to Bed - Boy!
02. Stutter
03. Dance With Me
04. The Storm Is Over Now
05. Rendezvous
06. Snow in June
07. Missing You
08. I Am Your Woman
09. Bizounce
10. I’ve Had Enough
11. Something in the Way
12. I Met Her in Miami
13. Tell Me Why
14. Darkbell
15. Feels So Good
16. Heartbeat
17. Wenn das Liebe ist
18. King of Sorrow
19. Another Day in Paradise
Disc 2
01. Promise
02. After Party
03. Crazy
04. A Long Walk
05. Never Let You Go
06. Man Ain’t Supposed to Cry
07. Without You
08. It’s How You Say It
09. Nostalgia
10. Future
11. Out of Control
12. All or Nothing
13. Stranger in My House
14. Real Man
15. She’s All I Got
16. Why You Tryin to Play Me
17. Top of the World
18. How Many Licks?
19. 20 Bag Shorty
Fuck conversation, I'm throwin' on my leather
Leavin' the crib with a Dear John letter
I'm takin' what I need, nigga fuck all ya cheddar
Fuck all ya jewelry and fuck all ya cars
You ballin' while I'm wishin' on stars
Won't have me wildin' while you puffin' on jars
Have me in the crib, all panties and bras
While you in the Benzo messin' with broads

Have ya'll face in another bitch twat
Go ahead, playa boy that's how you get shot
And I ain't even like that silly nigga
But I'm hurt and I'm filled up with liquor
Ponderin' on if you really feel her
Only a man could make a girl a killer
And with a nine like this, my nigga don't sleep
I'ma creep up on your behind, my nigga

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this shit no more
Picture frame broken, daddy
'Cause I can't trust you
I'm ridin' high now
So nigga, fuck you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this shit no more
Picture frame broken, daddy
'Cause I can't trust you
I'm ridin' high now
So nigga, fuck you

Drivin' in yo Benzo
Shinned up Lorenzo
Ashtray filled wit Indo
Toss it out the window
Finish fast as the ash blows
Leave a nigga, fuck ya cash flow
I got my own account
And it holds a nice amount

I'ma come back for my clothes
And come back for my Rolls
You can keep them other hoes
Nigga, that's how the game goes
And if ya didn't know
Better ask somebody, baby
Shoulda treated me like your lady
Nigga, I gotta bizounce

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this shit no more
Picture frame broken, daddy
'Cause I can't trust you
I'm ridin' high now
So nigga fuck you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this shit no more
Picture frame broken, daddy
'Cause I can't trust you
I'm ridin' high now
So nigga, fuck you

Fucked the conversation
I'm throwin' you a letter
Keep them platinum credit cards
Keep all of your cheddar
That shit don't mean nuttin' to me
'Cause I'm tired of you stressin' me

The scent of perfume on ya clothes
Messin' with them silly hoes
Got me feelin' miserable
Cuddlin' up with Hen and Coke
Sleepin' with the enemy
Boy, you don't wanna fuck with me

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this shit no more
Picture frame broken, daddy
'Cause I can't trust you
I'm ridin' high now
So nigga, fuck you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this shit no more
Picture frame broken, daddy
'Cause I can't trust you
I'm ridin' high now
So nigga, fuck you

I ain't never comin' back no more
I know you heard that shit before
I don't never wanna see your face
Faded pictures like my nigga, Case
Shoulda known what ya missed at home
Now you roll along wit no one to bone
You ain't never gonna eat tohtoh
Not from this! No no

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this shit no more
Picture frame broken, daddy
'Cause I can't trust you
I'm ridin' high now
So nigga, fuck you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this shit no more
Picture frame broken, daddy
'Cause I can't trust you
I'm ridin' high now
So nigga, fuck you

I'm about to bizounce
I can't take this shit no more
Picture frame broken, daddy
'Cause I can't trust you
I'm ridin' high now
So nigga, fuck you